Life comes with a basket full of surprises. The basket opens once in a while. We never know what it has for us in particular. You wish on stars to bring you luck. Luck never arrives with a promise to stay. In just a second it passes by making you rub your eyes with dust and smoke and the way eyelashes falls down to cover your misty eyes, luck disappears.
When the basket opens , things overflow . It follows the same phenomena as the working of a dam. From years immemorial, luck and problems, failures and winning moments gets accumulated. We never know what it has for us in particular.
Bad things happen, problems arrive knocking at the door of your life. You open the door and things come rushing like a tsunami, destroying everything at once. We cannot prevent things from happening because we never know what it has for us in particular.
(Things arrives at once and drown you , gasping, just for a smile.)
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Kintsukuroi
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